The Story

We think, therefore we are…

I think therefore I am.  Yet writing itself has become innate to me only over time.  Since I was a kid I’ve carried ‘the tic’ for what is a kind of inverted Tourette’s and the feeling that ‘I just can’t get it out, just can’t express it.’  The written word, has subsequently evolved as the medium that allows me to tame all the abstract obscurity of my minds crazy psychological expedition, into the better structured, grand black and white of what is my own truth, my own belief; my own real understanding…

...mad, or very clever?  I tell it as it is....

The following is an evolving story; a running rant, a monthly monologue of daily snippets.  Random comment, music and photo's from the mind and times of a woman, mother and artist struggling to...
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